Thursday, June 18, 2020

another


another day, another chance
for the promise
of freedom
to be fulfilled
for this terrifying life
to be more relaxed
it's
out of my control

another second, another number
and I would have won
something
to help me escape
the inescapable
nature of genetics

another breath, another job interview
passed up, too much pigment
too little in common
things could be different
and I could breath again
if we were all blind

another hue, another tone
another wish to be accepted
the same as you
to live
without fear
of walking down the street
or driving without getting stopped
or dying
from
overreaction
brutality justified
by stereotypical ideals
rescind, rescind the nonsense
of yesterday’s slant
it's not the same anymore

another slur, another struggle
to make ends meet
without resistance
from you
powerless
raise my fist
offending you even more
raise yours with me

solidarity

but your fist is only
raised
in anger
another beating, another beat down
on the wrong side of a taser, or gun
another wrong, that was righted
whitewashed
by the media

another breakdown, another meltdown
the load so heavy
for being me, speaking the way I speak
and my personal truth
lies to you
still truth
unheard

another heart heavy, another heart

angry

injustice

prejudice

segregation

blurred lines of equality

rarely equal

the playing field tilts


guerrilla tactics are
never
the right answer
(until they are)

to the terrible question

no one wants to ask

because the answer

this world is not ready

for the answer

another heartbreak, another slander

another day in the life

of me

and sadly

you



I'm another
just another
in a sad line of many
others
another caged free man
woman, child
landlocked in captivity
for all to see
with all the rights
of another no one

Thursday, June 11, 2020

liars

Whoever said big boys don't cry




lied

resistance

stop the darkness from overtaking
the brightness of this life

stop the ebb and flow
of the depths of despair
from overtaking
all that I have done
and all that is good
in this lonely sphere of existence
a desolate landscape of terror and regret

fighting the wraiths and tombstones
of the wishes and actions past

at war with the demons that tear and rip
of flesh and bone and everything
within my head

I am breaking free
captured in the steely grasp
the arms of futile endevors
promises unkept and spewed in anguish

the filtering of the light
the sinking feeling
the time for me

to face the

unknown

purchase

what am I grasping at?
what should I hang on to,
to survive?

When can I finally rest?
The exertion saps my strength
the uphill battle that Sisyphus
would gladly take
taxes me daily

I battle
I strive
I try

to be beaten down by
bullies
with the power
to make it so

I reach out, find my footing
and slip
yet again
on the mountain of expectation

it's only logical
to me

and me alone

I stand on an iceberg
on a collision course
straight into
the reality
of my situation

and it doesn't look good for me
400 tons of hardened
opinion

split my berg into
two
and three
shards of ice
and realization
sink to the bottom
of my soul

drowning
in disbelief
the meanness
of it all

for what?
why?
the eternal questions
that will follow me
to my grave
with grave intentions
I swallow my pride and
answer the question
on a slippery slope
of right and wrong

the aftermath
mine only

and I shrink in shame
filled with burning liquids
that help me cope
and sink
and clarify
the confusion
of my life
and my experiences

in to a picture perfect
cacophony of distorted
words and images
of denial and frustration

it's just another day

where I try to find a grip on reality
some where to hang on to
a purchase
of sensibility
in an uncaring, mean, insensible world
and more

mercy ungiven
mercy waived
the hammer falls
pounding away

at my
reality
and my sanity

keep pounding
and you'll get your way
as I slip

inter section

the lines we draw
with our experiences
and our lives
intersect so many others
some in reality
some on a four dimensional plane
and others in fantasy
we cross paths
of differences
time
similarities
emotions
feelings
beyond borders
or limitations
of space time
we fall perpendicular
in life
in spirit
in
continuum

we tangle
untangle
we move on
our lines constantly drawn
within
without
with abandon

the intersection of lines
the intersection of lives
so real
so imagined
the same


A light in the darkness

It's not time yet
but here we are, shining bright
beacons in the dark
fighting against the engulfing nothingness
showing that light does exist
in the coldest reaches
of our
space

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

unwanted prophecy

see the city spires,
within, the pious and unjust
blazing country fires
reduce the belt to rust

heroes falling harder than rain
angels without wings to fly
inflicting so much unneeded pain
no one should have died

the air is thick with tension and fear
acrid smoke shattered glass broken dreams
where do we go from here?
the future is more unsure than it seems

we've risen so high
and fallen so fast
the time is nigh
to make it last

or this may be the end for all of us